Nightmares
That's what the memory’s become
...
I wake up to the stars
Pain shoots up every limb.
My vision clears up and I realize that they aren't stars,
They are shards of glass.
I look down at my hand.
It's covered in blood.
I can hear my heart beating to the sound of sirens.
I clutch my chest.
I hear shouting but it's distant.
My vision goes in and out of focus.
I realize I'm dying.
...
Then I wake up.
Sweat drips down my shaking body.
That's the only memory I have left of you.
Everything else is locked away in my mind,
Suppressed by medication.